Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 511 - : What do you mean by life after life…
Chapter 511: Chapter 511: What do you mean by life after life…
The Rolls-Royce sliced through the rain at lightning speed.
Raindrops dripped from Sylvan Cheney’s forehead, falling on Jasmine Yale’s face.
Her wide eyes blinked absentmindedly.
“You know it all.”
“Yes, Jasmine Yale, I do know it all, so are you disappointed? If I hadn’t come back that day, wouldn’t you have forgotten my name by now? Jasmine Yale, what’s my name?”
Jasmine Yale pulled at the corner of her mouth, looking at him.
“Jasmine Yale, I’m asking you – what is my name!”
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney bore a slight look of madness. freēnovelkiss.com
It was all her doing.
“Sylvan Cheney, I’m not happy when I’m with you,” Jasmine Yale looked at him, lost.
“Those twelve years, was your smile all a fucking pretense?”
He simply couldn’t believe her bull crap!
Jasmine Yale fell silent.
It’s not the same.
For twelve years, he clearly held all of her in his hands, but she never saw through him.
That feeling was not good.
For twelve years, she only knew a fraction of him, which was terrifying.
Now, she was too exhausted to understand or know more.
Whether he has a child with another woman or got engaged to Yolanda Fern, she no longer wished to involve herself in his life.
He was not someone she could control.
He was a born king, and she couldn’t climb up to this noble man.
She could only look up at him from afar, wishing him well.
She knew all along the gap between her and him.
“Say something!” Sylvan Cheney pinched her again.
“Sylvan Cheney, I don’t know if you changed, or if I changed. I’m not happy when I’m with you, truly unhappy. Look, I used to want to go with you to watch the snow on the mountain. But now, you took me there and I feel nothing, I’m not happy at all.”
“Sylvan Cheney, there are some things, perhaps I really wanted them before, but after passing the point of desire, I suddenly no longer want them.”
Jasmine Yale’s face was pale but calm.
“Searching for Mr. Seasons for hypnosis is purely my idea, don’t take it out on Mr. Seasons. I simply wish…I could forget you.”
“Jasmine Yale, listen to me, you fucking can’t! In this life, the next life, forever, you can only be mine, Sylvan Cheney’s!”
Sylvan Cheney’s hand was gripping her throat, his eyes glowing red.
In the cramped and narrow space, his breath was unsteady, his heartbeat abnormal.
Jasmine Yale chuckled.
“Mr. Cheney, how can you be so childish.”
Because there is no such thing as next life, no such thing as eternity…
Originally, the tangled relationship between them in this life could have ended a few days ago.
“Jasmine Yale, if you dare to find Haynes Seasons again, don’t blame me for getting my hands on him and his woman.”
Jasmine Yale’s breath hitched momentarily.
“I won’t look for Mr. Seasons anymore, please let him go. But Sylvan Cheney, I still don’t love you, what should I do?” She laughed helplessly.
The smile was like a rose, tainted with poison.
Something shattered in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.
Jasmine Yale’s lips moved—
Just as she was about to speak, Sylvan Cheney leaned in, held her face, and planted a passionate and lingering kiss on her lips.
The delicate kiss was like the fine rain outside the window!
Endless and unceasing!
One of his hands pinned both of her hands, his other hand held her head, forcing her to kiss him back.
The heavy rain outside fell on the window, streaming down, forming white water columns.
The temperature in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce suddenly spiked.
Sylvan Cheney’s cold lips ground against hers, his actions dominant and forceful.
